was surprised that this was so rough as guts given its location.supports a thuggish looking mob of chain-smoking chavs & yahoos who tend to prefer to fag in the public street directly in front of the main door rather than in the sad little beer garden at the rear. pretty average bar area and sad arse single table pool area. didn't want to linger so I ordered Guiness which was 8/10.I guess a battle cruiser this rough has to have some redeeming feature otherwise it would long gone.

Surprisingly rough and ready for a pictresque little Thameseide village that makes it into the Windsor & Eton sighseeing bus tour. That's not necessarily a bad thing, though. At least it feels like a proper pub, and nobody was bad to us.

This is not just a bad pub, it's a blot on another otherwise attractive village landscape. The clientele are horrifically intimidating and unpleasant, the staff are a little nicer but only just. Absolutely unwelcoming and with an air of bored menace at the best of times, this pub attracts the very worst of the locals. It's like flies around...well you know the rest. And not even nice flies - irritating, bloated obnoxious flies. Inside is cramped, aggressive and with that all pervaying air of boredom and menace. There are a few regulars who seem to spend most of their lives here and are seemingly perpetually hammered. I don't blame them, I'd need to be utterly intoxicated to spend any time at all in there, let alone my entire waking existence. In the summer - and beyond thanks to the smoking band - the regulars crawl out onto the foreground, and prove a hideous spectacle in an otherwise lovely area. They should knock this pub down and turn it into a marshy pond - most of the regulars would feel quite at home there.